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Wednesday 2 July 2014

melle de jour...

the diary of a london des o'connor's chat show co-host and mossley-born sex goddess.




jeudi 13 octobre

I get home from my last appointment of the day to find a message from D. on the ansa-phone. He's feeling insecure again, can I come over? I tell him I need a quick soak first, but I'll be 'round a.s.a.p. I really need to unwind and it's imperative that I wash the gentleman's relish off, other wise it will set and I'll be worrying at it all week, like a child picking at a scabby knee. I allow myself to luxuriate in the bath for 20 mins. I feel a pleasant tingle as my muscles start to relax - must have been all those push ups (mental note: try to avoid PT instructors in future). I feel quite giddy as the bubbles effervesce around my neck and shoulders. What a shame I'm nearing the end of that compo four-pack of Boddies I got for doing their commercial...

I get dressed - nothing fancy, just a figure hugging lycra jobby and a faux-fur stole (too warm for undies and it's the end of October!) and jog 'round to D's. I can tell by his distracted look and gentle swaying as he answers the door that he's already cracked open the 3-star Metaxa. What's up chuck? I ask. Have those two been picking on yer again? A grumpy, sullen nod. What have they been saying this time? D. reels off the usual list and even I find it hard to keep a straight face:

Eric: What does the Des stand for? Ernie: Desperate!

Eric: I've just bought his new LP & it's his best yet...Ernie: really....
...Eric: yes, there's absolutely nothing on it!

Ernie: Where did you buy it?

Eric: Boots.

Ernie: Did you need a prescription?

Eric: No. I got it off the poison shelf...

Ernie:...he got it off the poison shelf!!

Eric: Well I like him.


And so it goes on, hour after hour. I don't know why he hangs around with them. Men eh, what are you like??





// posted by melle @ 2:45 PM

10 comments:

  1. OK, Robert it is time you spilled the beans about where you get these wonderful pictures from...

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  2. Hey, I.C.!

    Thanks for dropping by!

    Just between you and me, most of these from my private collection - I used to be a fashion photographer before an endless supply of class A drugs snorted off the emaciated models of glacial supermodels kinda took over my life. But fear not, Swipe Enterprises will soon be launching a merchandising site and I'm sure that many of your favourites will be appearing as postcards/wallpaper/duvet covers/coffee mug holders etc.

    I'll keep you posted!


    Thanks again and good luck with the old expansion of free-market liberalism around the globe thing.


    Love on ya,



    Bob

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  3. What an oddly erotic diary entry. Hey, I say if you wanna go commando mid-autumn because of the unseasonable weather, that's just one more thing pollution has got right! Global Warming - 523, Treehugging Commies - 0...

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  4. (whispers:) Ross, it's entirely fictional.... but I'm with you on the erotica bit. Just the merest mention of M&W gives me a stiffy for days!

    Love on ya,

    Bob

    (brrrrrrrrr....)

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  5. (I know its fictional, but can't a boy dream...? Also, I'm not really pro-pollution or anti-treehugging - some of my best friends are trees.)

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  6. Ross,

    Like Tom Waits said - Dream Away! I can only wish you dreams as happy as mine will with THAT piccy of Mel under the Swipe pillow tonight...

    Trees are, on the whole, a pretty decent collective who give freely to us of their oxygen and are unstinting in their benevolent acquiring of all our harmful carbon dioxide. I'm all for them as a rule, but - and I don't want to tread on any roots here, or ruffle any branches and possibly bad mouth any of your friends - isn't the spruce a bit of a selfish bastard?


    Love on ya,

    Bob

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  7. Hi thanks for your blog, I liked it! I also have a blog/site about in her wheel chair
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  8. Wait....fictional?

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  9. Oh man, don't even get me started on bloody spruces! It's all "me, me, me" and "get your baps out" to any passing young lady. Honestly, no respect for women, and I have to say, I think they might be anti-semitic. Not all of 'em, of course, I'm not a biggot, but enough to make me wish they'd go back to where ever it is they came from, you know, 'originally'.

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  10. I do love the ladies, Robert. I do. Where's Miller's email?

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